I exercised some exceptionally poor judgment yesterday when dealing with our smoke detector, which is probably Hudson the wonder dog's least favorite object in the world, thanks to the occasional high-pitched chirps it emits like it recently did when the batteries died. I realized I had failed to put new batteries in when that happened (speaking of poor judgment) and decided with Hudson downstairs I could rectify this with only the one chirp the detector would emit when powered up. Well that one short chirp caused my poor pooch to run upstairs, squat and evacuate her entire bladder at my feet, and then run up into my office where she cowered in the bathroom for an hour. Note to self: Next time it would be a better to do this when she is out in the yard. From her standpoint, it would probably be better still to just discard the smoke detector and take our chances.